We live in a world of mysteries awaiting revelation. Mankind, in general, discovers, unravels, and even unearths that which blinds us in suspense. Resembling that of bees, our lives are busy zooming in and out of flowers that attract us by their intoxicating aromas. Never content and never reaching the end of our rope, we serge onward. Once a mystery is made know, a flower pollinated, another is there, patiently awaiting our attention. To this unending end, I start my first of many rambles.
Over the next few months, my attempt is to write on a regular basis. This is something I have never been able to accomplish. I have no desire or need to “express” myself. I am merely trying to demonstrate my resolve to engross my personality in the arts. I am in want of growth and lacking in many ways. This is yet one way I can improve upon the person that is me!
If you would, bear with me.
Posts
